Until late at night.

Snape could not stand this torment and wished he could give Harry a bottle of forgetfulness potion to make him forget what happened today.

In this torment, Dumbledore finally returned.

"Harry, sorry to have kept you waiting." He pushed the door open, his voice full of apology, "And Severus and Minerva."

"Is everything settled?" Harry took off his hat.

Dumbledore nodded: "Of course."

Harry looked at him straight and said nothing, but his meaning was self-evident.

"This is a matter between adult wizards." Dumbledore walked towards his position. "You are still young, but the result will definitely make you..."

Harry shook his head: "The Malfoys still owe me money."

He has never forgotten the patent fee for the Potter family's potion formula.

"I think Malfoy will have an unforgettable summer." Dumbledore waved his wand and poured a drink for everyone in the room.

Harry's was still milk.

"Malfoy has been stripped of his position as a school director. The testimony of the house-elf is more useful than anything else." Dumbledore said briskly, "You must also pay compensation to all the young wizards who were harmed, at least one hundred Galleons."

"That's all?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

Dumbledore shook his head: "Lucius knows a lot of Ministry of Magic officials, and I also want to send them to Azkaban."

"But the Malfoys will be very worried."

"Scrimgeour is very angry. An Auror has lost his life. They will conduct a thorough search of the Malfoys' home. Moody will also be involved. He is an elite Auror who is very good at detecting the Dark Arts."

"I think it will be difficult for him to spare the energy to deal with you."

Harry took a sip of milk: "Then we should talk about the most important thing now."

"What is that notebook?"

As he spoke, he paused and gently placed the cup on the table with a crisp and clear thud.

"Or rather, what is this thing on my head."

Dumbledore's face changed. He waved his wand and the burnt notebook appeared in front of him. He sighed heavily: "Harry, I didn't expect it. I really didn't expect it."

"I always thought that Voldemort's backup would be some other dark magic."

“But I didn’t expect it to be this.”

He paused and said in a more complicated tone: "Horcruxes are an extremely evil black magic. They are very cruel to both the caster and others."

"You need to sacrifice a life, tear your soul apart, and store it in an object."

"In this way, even if the main body dies, the soul preserved in the Horcrux can still absorb magic power and vitality and revive again."

Harry's face darkened: "So, I am also his Horcrux?"

Looking at Harry, Dumbledore nodded heavily: "Regrettably, I think so."

Snape's gaze stabbed like a knife.

"But why can't we find out?" Harry frowned.

He didn't understand.

Yennefer is a very powerful witch, and so is Triss, but even they couldn't find anything unusual about their scars.

Recalling the extremely evil aura that I sensed in the secret room.

There's no reason to hide it from others.

"A Horcrux is an extremely evil item of dark magic, but in the final analysis, its cruelty and evil lies in the ritual."

“It’s in the way and process of making it.”

"After it takes shape, as long as it doesn't expose itself voluntarily like this time, its essence is just a clean, pure soul." Dumbledore said softly, "It is cleverly connected to you and looks like it has become a part of your body."

Harry raised his hands and covered his face.

He understood.

Therefore, in the eyes of Yennefer and the others, their souls are naturally strong, and the talents and abilities they show after growing up are not inferior to Geralt, which further proves this point of view.

His tone was low: "So Voldemort is a part of me now? He can manipulate me at any time without leaving any trace, just like he did to Ginny?"

"No, it's not that bad." Dumbledore shook his head. "I don't think Voldemort even realizes that you've become his Horcrux."

Harry was startled and looked up.

“That’s my guess.”

"If he knew you were his Horcrux, he wouldn't have done that in your first year." Dumbledore comforted him softly, "I think... all this should be just a coincidence."

"That night, that ancient magic rebounded the Killing Curse."

"Let him accidentally tear his soul apart, and the sacrifice of your parents - the appearance of human life, will allow him to complete all the ritual procedures without realizing it."

"A Horcrux created by accident."

At this point, Dumbledore paused.

"And this Horcrux is very weak. He didn't try to control you when you were young, nor did he send you a warning when you met Voldemort."

"He may not even be aware of himself."

This is really good news.

At least you don't have to worry about a noseless bald man peeking at you when you are communicating with a sorceress or a female bard.

Harry put his hand down. "Is there a way to fix this?"

"It's not a good thing to have Voldemort planted in your head."

Dumbledore pursed his lips and said, "Unfortunately, there is no way at least for now."

"The Horcrux is closely tied to your soul."

"But at least, I'm sure Occlumency is useful. How are you learning it?"

Snape interrupted: "Mr. Potter is very good at this. He has been able to..."

He wanted to continue to taunt.

But he thought of something, gritted his teeth, swallowed his words, and changed his words dryly: "He is so good that it is difficult for me to peek into his brain."

Dumbledore looked from Harry to Snape, with a little surprise in his eyes.

Although Snape would always curse at Harry, the atmosphere between them could barely be described as an unusual harmony. What was going on now?

Why is it so stiff?

What exactly happened during the day he was away from Hogwarts?

"Then Professor Dumbledore, we should talk about compensation." Harry finished the remaining half glass of milk and stretched.

Dumbledore took out a transparent crystal bottle and said, "Fawkes' tears. I have prepared them long ago."

Fox cried out in dissatisfaction.

It has worked hard today!

Flying people around and crying for so long.

"This is just the initial payment." Harry took the crystal bottle without hesitation and continued to ask for more. "But these can't make up for it. I have to face Tom Riddle's trauma head-on."

"A pervert who peeks into the girls' bathroom."

"And a chamber full of Fiendfyre."

Dumbledore pushed up his glasses. "Yes, so what do you want?"